Now for it!" At that moment came a violent gust of wind; the mast creaked, the boat heeled over, and could not right herself.

According to promise, Anton went to the bottom without any more ado.

Quick as lightning Fink dived after him, brought him up, and, with a violent effort, reached a spot whence they could wade ashore.

"Deuce take it," gasped Fink; "take hold of my arm, can't you ?" But Anton, who had swallowed a quantity of water, was hardly conscious, and only waved Fink off.
"I do believe he'll be down again," cried the latter, impatiently, catching hold of him and making for the shore.
A crowd had by this time assembled round the spot where Fink was holding his companion in his arms and exhorting him to recover himself.

At length Anton opened his eyes.
"Why, Wohlfart," said Fink, anxiously, "how goes it, my lad?
You have taken the matter too much to heart.